We spent three hours at the DMV this morning, but now we have a permit holder and a renewed driver's license in the house. We'd been trying to get those done for months. We stopped and did the shopping on the way home and I got fruits/vegetables to prepare. Ate half the avocado with lots of spice and bread, and then cut up the others to use in soups.
It is now 5:30 pm and it feels like night. It is full dark out, as goes November. I have already been giving in and going to sleep about 7:30 pm lately because of the temperature - and because I need the sleep. The healing situation with my oral surgery has done quite well, except in that one place where I think the tooth shard might be. My next check-up is next week. Yesterday was the first day in all that time I hadn't taken any pain medication (ibuprofen) at all, although I still hissed like a cat when I took the teeth out at night. That part still feels like pulling off skin each time - but it isn't, because when I rinse it out there isn't any blood or etc. It's just that sensitive. And I note that I'm still 'grinding my teeth' some in my sleep, but since there aren't teeth on the top, I woke myself up biting hard with a bottom tooth into the top gum in one place.
I dug a frozen chopped apple out of the fridge, and put it with some split peas, kielbasa, some of the yellow squash and onions in a pot to make soup this afternoon. I still have some pumpkin, onion and chili-bean soup in the fridge from yesterday. I can eat softened bread and cookies soaked in coffee with the dentures in, but nothing really hard, because of that spot with the potential tooth bit hurts a lot, then the plate slips. I haven't lost a lot of weight, even though I've been eating less quantity - probably eating a bit more condensed calories in the soups? Considering it's winter, that is good, as I really need what I've got to stay warm. It's all doing fairly well, considering these little bits and my tendency towards inflammation with hEDS. I didn't know how it was going to be at all in specific, which is why I am writing it down now as I go.
dental surgery soup recipes continue:
1 small red delicious apple (I had cut up and put in a freezer container three months ago)
2 cups of water or more
a half cup of green split peas, washed
a handful of onions
a few pieces of kielbasa
a bit of butter
a handful of chopped yellow squash
spices
cooked until everything was soft and then pureed with a stick mixer.
1/2 can of pumpkin puree
1/2 can of chili beans
handful or more of onions
bit of shredded pork (Mark was heating it up for him and Esme)
lots of spice
lots of hot madras curry powder (specifically)
some butter
2 cups of water
cooked until everything was soft and then pureed with a stick mixer.
Last night I dreamt that I had to leave my old mail truck on a long road by a little town - after working a full shift at the hardware store (where the computer system in the dream was absolutely not realistic and I found it eyebrow-raising) and driving out in a little dark blue car I don't have at all trying to go find my truck - and I knew where it was but it didn't make any sense, because it was a right-hand drive and it was parked on the right side of the road right up against a guardrail. I could see it in my mind's eye in the dream - and was driving along waiting to see it, knowing I'd have to turn around and come back and get it.
I was supposed to go back and get in it and drive off, to avoid someone following me from the store. But then when I got there - the plan was jacked and it was a trap - there were five trucks there and none of them were mine, all on the same basic model plan - red, gold or white, but all left- hand drives and none of them were even the same make - which I told the person in the dream that tried to catch my arm and ask which one was mine. None of them, mine was a 'X'. And I pulled away and ran further down the road towards the town, looking behind me all the way, although no one seemed to be following. Then I walked a bit further into town and went to their post office, and asked them if they had seen a truck parked there. The two ladies there told me my truck was out back, that the postmaster had had it reported to them and towed it there waiting for the owner to show up, but I didn't get that far to actually see it, as I couldn't find the actual door into the post office the door to the left said 'city hall' and the window said 'post office' and I was wondering if I would have to walk all the way around the building. At that point, my alarm was going off.
I've had a few of the 'remember this number/ address' type dreams, as well - but the info doesn't really mean anything when I wake up. They told me it was my phone number, no it wasn't and I wouldn't actually say my number in the dream, although I wrote down the one they told me. Addresses, same thing. I run through routes and mail cases (in the post offices) in my dream that I haven't seen before - I can remember it when I wake up but can't remember the exact names and numbers, although they were all there when I was running them and trying to match up packages. /sigh - like my brain thinks it doesn't have enough to do when I'm getting some sleep *ha
Studying Czech, French and Spanish. Have laid the Japanese aside for a little bit, and haven't studied the Lithuanian vocabulary while I've been awake (although I played it in my sleep, too).
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